I returned to the kitchen table and took a seat after pouring myself a double of Jack Daniels on the rock to calm my nerves. "I thought you fell in," was my brother's greeting upon my appearance. "Hey, something I ate something that just didn't sit well. By the way, I would not go down there for about an hour," I lied. My admission for my lengthy bathroom visit brought on a whole new discussion on stomach disorders. Even...

How I use to laugh when I read about men having sex with female family members. I remember thinking to myself what a crock of crap these stories were and that they were only the products of a fertile imagination. That was, until it happened to me. It occurred during our annual family Christmas gathering at my brother's spacious ranch house. Life had been good to him so he went all out for his Christmas party. Along one wa...

Ohmygod ohmygod he's making his way along my row. Don't look. Stay calm. Focus on… the textbook… that's it. Principles of Neural Science. Fifth Edition. Anything other than those calf muscles and toned thighs and that well-defined package in his shorts I'm so not glancing at. The row is empty but he doesn't slow, each step directly linked to my elevating heart rate. I let my hair fall on one side of my face to form an imp...

One hour later, Marie was feeling decidedly cranky. Her wrists were cuffed securely to her collar, held there by short lengths of chain, so that her hands dangled impotently at the level of her shoulders. Her ankles were hobbled by an 18-inch length of chain, enough slack that she could walk around, but only by taking ridiculous, mincingly short steps. And there was an uncomfortably large ball gag in her mouth, pulled cru...

Marie awoke with a start. This was a shock in itself, as usually for her the transition from sleep to waking was a slow, drifting affair filled with vague half-dreams which vanished as soon as she opened her eyes. This time she went from sweet non-existence to wide-eyed alertness with a gasp and inadvertently tried to sit up......Only to have every joint and muscle in her body shriek with pain and stiffness, and she groan...

The woman that slipped in the first class compartment on the fast train to London, was typical of the type of well-heeled commuter the seven fifteen carried every morning. She was dressed in a crisp white blouse, black fitted jacket, and a straight black skirt that ended just above her stocking clad knees. The eight-seater compartment already held two men sitting opposite each other in the window seats. Both industriously...

Miss Honey's mates were shocked,when they came to see,how faithfully I drank,all her lovely pee.She said, "Feel free to use him,and with a blindfold if you must,for he loves every drop of it,and won't miss a drop, I trust!No 'if's and an's' about it,my pee-slave will not tell.If he didn't have a cock-cage,his sissy clit would swell."One by one they came to me,and pulled their panties down.O, my face is so much wetter,when...

The morning after my surprising train encounter, I arrived at the station feeling half excited and half apprehensive about seeing my fellow commuter once again. What should I say to her? How should I behave? What do you say to a complete stranger who'd wanked you off the previous afternoon and who's pussy scent was on your fingers throughout the evening? For some reason a casual 'Hi' didn't seem to be enough.I walked alon...

She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her shoulder and upper back. How long? How long had it been? It seemed like...

1. THE PREVIOUS DAY “Is that really necessary?” asked Ursula, with a confused look. “This is the last, desperate measure to save your relationship. You both have been coming here for counselling for the past two years. Yet, there are no results. Everything’s going down the drain. In fact, I’m not the only person whom you have consulted; who has felt the same.” said Alexandra. There was some frustration in the shrink’s voi...

Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away.These days, that no longer bothers me at all. Since I've never had a bad response from men on that scor...

The maid gets a surprise I am alone in the house. It is time to pee. I go to the toilet and open the door. I leave the light off and the door open because enough light seeps in from the windows in the living room. I turn around at the toilet bowl, stick my hands up under the long house dress I am wearing, grab my knickers, pull them down to my knees and let them hang there. Then I lift my skirt, stick it under the elastic...